Isabella's POV
The tempest outside reflected the one between us, lightning dancing across the room's big windows. Low and deadly, his voice sliced through the suspense.
Tell me the truth, Isabella, Enzo snarled, his huge figure blocking my way to the door. "Did you run upon him once more?"
My heart hammering against my ribs, I froze. "I told you, it wasn't like that," I yelled back, my voice quivering with equal parts anxiety and rage. Collins sought explanations. This is all.
His black eyes blazing with fury, he moved closer. "And what answers could he possibly give you that I couldn't?"
"Maybe the truth, Enzo!!" My inhibition snapped like a stretched wire, the words exploding from me. "Something you have been hiding from me from the day we met!!"
His jaw clenched, and for a few seconds I feared he may go off. Rather, he turned aside, his hands locked into fists. "You have no idea what is at risk," he said. "This is not only about us now."